The wings of my eyeliner are sharp as knives,
my lipstick is the red of newly shed blood,
and the heels of my stilettos
are as tall as you say your dick is long.

They tell me this is impractical attire
to wear when conquering nations.

Oh, but darling,
how can you say this is not my battle armor?
You have missed my greatest conquest,
For I am already ruling the kingdom that is your heart.